THE FIRST AND LAST

Well here I am again posting on my blog for the second time in three months. My stolen internet seems to be hit or miss and makes me angry when my blogs get erased when I am trying to post them. I want to tell everybody about my first time gambling last week that didn’t involve the slut machines. I tried my luck at roulette, since I see j-bone get raped at the table when he plays I wanted to see what the experience was everything that he talked it up to be. Well what can I say, I came out a plus 100 bucks. This after a serious of red and blacks that didn’t fall for me I decided to use an old super troopers saying and went with the “ah f*uck it” approach. This included throwing down what was left on my chips on black except one $5 dollar chip, and you may ask what I did with that chip. Well I threw that bad boy down on split 00/0. I turned and said it hasn’t hit 0 in a while and it will hit here. Sure enough double zero hit and zesty came out with around a 100 bucks on the day. What people don’t know is that the informer on Sunday thought he could match this phenomenal round of betting that I just had experienced. Well sure enough he tried, oh boy did he try. “Ya he tried to lose all of his money” as the random guy behind me just stated, he couldn’t be any more correct about that statement. One of the most painful things I watch the informer do is try and take a dip, it is just like watching the adopted kid get taken away from adam sandler in big daddy. The informer soon changed my mind, I found a new painful thing to watch the informer do, and that is watching him gamble. After a serious of disgusting bets he made on Sunday football games, I reassured him that the bears game was lock, with the bears winning. This must been a popular bet in the informers family because his older brother made the same bet. As everybody knows the bears did not win, and I had to sit there and watch as the informer dealt with this problem by buying several, (and by several I mean too many), rounds of cherry bombs. I guess his way of dealing with a terrible day of football picks is that he would punish a bottle of Cherry UV instead of punishing himself. This now brings me to the most painful thing I have witnessed the informer do. To watch him struggle and breathe while he sleeps, along with his uncomfortable maneuvers and disgruntled looks, this is quite a sight. To add to this pile of humility when the informer wakes up from a far from refreshing night of sleep, he struggles to try and wrap himself around what time of day it is and what his daily tasks could be for the day. He soon finds the answer and that is to put his far from clean head back down on the pillow to close his eyes once more.
Now I want to take time to right about. clayton -“cankles”, “fat-ass”, ”tubby”, “Gomez” –goos. Cankles told me the other day to write on my blog. In fact his direct quote was “when are you ever going to write on your blog again”. So zesty simply replied with “I am having writers block, I have nothing to write about”. The cankly one replied with “well write about me”. Well cankles here is 5 minutes in the spotlight and me writing about anything interesting in your life enjoy it. This is what I have to say about the thankly one, get ready cause here it comes. The life and times of clayton Gomez summed up in at least a page, enjoy:





























And that’s all folks, excuse me while I go fill up cankles mom’s water dish
Holla at your boy
The zest